Olivia Rodrigo Perfume Novels & Stories

Way better! Olivia sighed before taking a deep breath and froze when the woodsy scent of her mate filled her nostrils. She realised that even though there were brand new shirts with their tags; she had ended up taking a shirt that was worn by him. Olivia wondered if she should change to another fresh shirt, but the feel of his scent was so soothing. She could just indulge in this little comfort, right? She took another sniff of the shirt, feeling like a voyeur, but she just couldn’t help herself.

Despite the small distance, his very expensive cologne attacks her sense of smell. Olivia just smiled on the outside as her heart tried to steady itself. She wondered. “What in the world will we talk about?” She looks at his long neck, open shirt, and dark jacket. Masculinity exuded from him. He wasn’t clean-shaven. The dust of soft hair on his well-cared-for face was appealing. His shiny dark brown hair styled very nicely off his face. Other than the tempting smelling cologne and this unsure confidence that he wore. Something else caught her attention as she would sit since he politely insisted. But there was something else about him, something that said. "Sex!"

She stepped closer and enthusiastically looped her arm through mine, telling me that the perfume should be used within a week or its scent would fade. I nodded my head in acknowledgment, though my mind was already racing. I frantically formulated a strategy. The moment Queenie stepped out for the restroom, I quickly put on a mask and gloves before opening the porcelain bottle. I snapped a photo of the bottle and sent it to a friend of mine who specialized in fragrance packaging to create a replica. I even paid a considerable fee for its expedited delivery to the office. I received the product right before I clocked out. I discreetly threw the contents of Queenie's perfume down the toilet and

For the first time, I heard something in his tone that he had never, not once, given to me: reverence. "Olivia is finishing her contract with Chanel," Rogue continued, the words sounding like a prayer. "She’s flying back for my birthday. She called me last night." So, he's been in touch with her beloved ex. I laughed bitterly. "The 'Beloved' returns," Lucas teased, but there was no bite in it. Even his friends sounded respectful of that name. "What are you going to do about the... domestic situation? You can't exactly have the Queen of the Runway bumping into the 'housewife' in the hallway." Lucas added.

she sets her hands on my shoulders and pressed her cheek to mine, "You will never find out. You look amazing by the way." "Thanks girl, no let's get you dressed up too." we walk towards the make up station. Olivia was a brunette of hispanic heritage. She was taller than me, willowy rather than curvy. Her lips were lush and red, her cheekbones high and scuplted. Her dress was modestly sexy, a flowing sheath of creamy satin that contrasted with her olive skin. She looked like a fucking supermodel and exuded an exotic sex appeal. She was a stunner, her posture had the kind of flamboyant confidence i admired.

"Must pay well. That perfume is a limited edition, quite expensive." Olivia's expression momentarily tightened. "Limited edition? I wouldn't know. A friend gave it to me as a gift. I'm not particularly choosy about perfumes—they all smell similar to me." Eleanor made a soft, skeptical sound but didn't press further. After a nanny took Vivian away to be fed, they all sat down for dinner. Throughout the meal, Olivia maintained a steady stream of conversation, skillfully shifting topics and even trying to win over Eleanor by complimenting her skin and asking for beauty tips.

Anabelle said causing the latter to roll her eyes. “Oh please spare me! We started a business together! We were ten years back then and I have always been your little assistant. Now after years have passed you want to change me? No way!” Olivia said as she glared at Anabelle who placed the blue perfume at the side and took the golden perfume. “Let’s now see which one is the best,” Anabelle said as she sprayed it on her other hand. “This one is so rich. I think that’s why they made the color golden. After all, gold is a rare yet expensive jewel,” Olivia analyzed immediately as the smell covered the whole room.

Oliver sighed and ruffled his hair with his hands frustratingly,he strolled lazily to the bathroom and took off his pajamas to have a warm bath. He mopped the droplets of water from his flawless skin with his white towel and walked into the room to his sister spraying his perfume. "Drop that Laurel" "You couldn't even wait for me to greet you." "Don't divert my attention,just drop that and leave!" "I love you too bro" she replied sarcastically at him and sprayed the perfume all over her hair. "You've got ten different perspirants ànd perfumes laying scattered in your room but you choose to flux around my Ralph Lauren Perfume"

Olivia folds her legs under herself, sitting on her crossed feet, her balled-up fists clutching at her pajama pants. “Are you—” “F*ck I’m sorry I’m about to get even weirder I can’t help it I don’t know why you smell so good.” That jumbled sentence is the only prevention Asher gets before Olivia takes another garment, a deep brown shirt this time that she raises to her nose but it doesn’t suffice for the hybrid who rubs her entire face in the piece of clothing. Olivia swears again. “Smells so good,” she mumbles, her lisp prominent. “I blame this on my Wolf genes.”

Like really red. “Luna,” I bow slightly. “I’m the future female Beta, no longer a Princess.” Olivia giggles, “Well technically I’m not a Luna anymore. I’m free.” Olivia extends her hand and I shake it. There is a jelly like substance on her hand. “Oh, I’m sorry, I have really dry skin, that must be my lotion,” she smiles. “Not a problem,” I rub it in. It’s very strong perfume smell. Odd for a wolf.